Urban's Fury: The War Dragon God
Chapter 638: Big Brother

Chapter 638: Chapter 638: Big Brother

Lin Wanzhou exuded a overbearing and domineering presence. He had many people behind him, and that was his confidence. No matter how awesome you are on your own, what could you do? Even a fierce tiger can’t withstand a pack of wolves.

Today, if he didn’t make that guy with the surname Li kneel and crawl under his crotch, Lin Wanzhou might as well quit the scene.

Li Feng walked down the steps and straight up to Lin Wanzhou, reaching out and grabbing Lin Wanzhou’s neck.

"Where’d you get the confidence to have me walk up to you?"

Li Feng was also puzzled. Had this guy overdosed on stupid pills, thinking that just because he had a bunch of cronies behind him, the other person would definitely be scared, frightened, or even too afraid to fight back, becoming just a lamb to the slaughter?

It seemed this guy was too used to bullying elementary school kids.

Thinking having people meant he could do whatever he wanted?

"You!"

Lin Wanzhou’s face turned livid as his neck was gripped. The cronies standing behind him finally snapped out of it, questioning whether they got the wrong script.

"F*ck, damn it, do you think we’re just for show? Let go of young master Lin, or I’ll f*cking end you."

"Mr. Li, you’ve got some nerve."

"Let go quickly, or you won’t walk out of here today."

Just as the people around were brandishing clubs and pointing them at Li Feng, a sturdy figure charged over like a cannonball, delivering a flying kick that sent the thug pointing at Li Feng flying backwards.

Wang Qian casually slapped his leg and snorted coldly.

"Who the hell are you posturing with? Who do you roll with? Daring to point a stick at our Crown Prince, believe it or not, Wang will smash you to death with money."

"F*ck, you fat bastard, you’re courting death."

One of the thugs, seeing Wang Qian kick his cohort, picked up a baseball bat and aimed it at Wang Qian. Wang Qian sneered, moving with an agility that belied his size, and rushed straight to the front of the guy, grabbing the baseball bat and snatching it away, then immediately swung it at the guy’s shoulder.

Crack.

The thug let out a scream, half of his body paralyzed, but Wang Qian didn’t let up, swinging the baseball bat down in a vicious flurry.

Did they really think he was all fat and no muscle?

Wang Qian had a tough upbringing. Before he met Li Feng, he used to haul bricks on construction sites, no stranger to hard labor. Back then, Wang Qian was all sinew, able to use the scaffolding like a set of parallel bars, his agility on par with athletes.

If he hadn’t had that skill, could he have been picked by Li Feng to stay by his side?

Over the years, he had indeed put on weight, but that didn’t mean his flesh was weak. He was fat, but not soft at all.

It’s just that these days he hardly had to lift a finger, and probably very few people remembered his old nickname, Downhill Tiger.

Crack.

The baseball bat in Wang Qian’s hands was snapped in half, and the thug who had pointed at him lay collapsed on the ground, even their screams silenced.

"F*ck, what useless crap, break after just a few hits."

Wang Qian casually discarded the broken bat and looked around at the stunned thugs, spitting disdainfully on the ground.

"What’s this rubbish, daring to bark at me. Anyone who disagrees, come and fight one-on-one."

"F*ck, back when I first hit the scene over a decade ago, you little punks were still wearing split pants."

"Hanging with me, it’s like I’ve been cultivating my behavior and my nature these past ten years for nothing." Wang Qian declared, ripping open his shirt and revealing his solid muscles underneath. Although his abs had merged into one, the numerous crisscrossing scars on Wang Qian’s body made quite a few people gasp.

Many were intimidated by Wang Qian’s fierce display, but not everyone; there’s always a few tough guys in any crowd.

"Move aside."

"Brother Hua’s here."

There was a stir in the crowd, which quickly split to form a path. A young man with dyed white hair draped a mantle over his shoulder and walked forward, surrounded by a crowd like a star.

"Brother Hua."

"Bro Hua."

People around nodded and greeted the white-haired young man.

"He’s the top guy on the beach, Bai Lang? He sure is domineering."

"Didn’t expect young master Lin to have invited Bai Lang over, he really has face."

Bai Lang walked to the front of the crowd, his gaze coldly sweeping over Wang Qian: "Heh, old man, what era are you living in, still trying to scare people with your scars."

"Look at your belly, should be home hugging kids instead of showing off here. Past your prime is past your prime, can’t accept aging, can you?"

"Heh, you white-haired brat, don’t think that just because you dyed your hair white you can act tough in front of me. Send one, I’ll beat one, send two, I’ll beat a pair."

Wang Qian chuckled. It had been years since anyone dared to be so brazen in front of him.

"I don’t bully the weak."

Bai Lang plainly didn’t take Wang Qian seriously and turned his head to Li Feng: "Let go of young master Lin."

"And I’ll say it only once."

Bai Lang was full of himself.

"Brother Hua, so domineering."

"Yeah, true to his reputation as the top guy on the beach, it’s said that Brother Hua ranks seventeenth in the National Martial Arts competition."

"National Martial Arts competition?" A nearby person obviously hadn’t heard of it, and was scoffed at by those around him.

"You don’t even know that, you can hardly claim to be part of the scene."

"Uh, is that impressive?"

"Drop the ’is that,’ it’s impressive. That competition is hosted by the Martial Arts Association, national in scope, of course with the condition that participants must be under twenty-five. National seventeenth, impressive or not?"

The man nodded, acknowledging that was indeed impressive.

"Kid, don’t get too cocky."

Listening to the exclamations of awe around him, Wang Qian thought this white-haired young punk had something remarkable, but it turned out it was just seventeenth place in a flashy martial arts competition. First or second might have been something...

Seventeenth, what a joke.

"F*ck, you fatso, how dare you act wild in front of Brother Hua, you’re sick of living."

"Pointing a stick at me again, think through the consequences!"

Wang Qian swept his gaze coldly.

The person pointing at Wang Qian hesitated, betraying a hint of fear.